Hello my dear beautiful souls! I am back with another one shot but this time, it does not revolve around pre-wedding Shivi. 
The word count is greater than 5k. Also, it contains a lot and lot of fluff.
Kindly spare my typos and the long fluff. I will edit the errors with time.
Love- Dyuthi.
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Thoughtful Desires.
Shiva dusted the counter table in a haste, stepping away from the waft of dust that produced as a result of his action. He swept the linen cloth that he tore from one of his old shirts over the table with a dedicated focus, hunger and thirst all mitigated in the thin air as he continued to overdo the work in the expectation of sheer immaculateness. As soon as he finished with the cleaning, he placed a few candy jars on top of the tidied surface and arranged them in perfection. Having done with the job, he sat back, then looked up at the wall clock placed on the opposite side. The clock ticked, indicating the lateness of the night. Most of the lights across Somnath might have gone off by now, he concluded, half of them were early sleepers and the night owls really didn't need a source of light to complete their course of waking.
He sighed while he wiped the sweat off from his face. It did take quite a time to complete the chores at a stretch. The fault was majorly on his side, he refused to take help at the unruly hour of the night. He did not expect the load of goods to drop by nearly before the midnight at all. He sped past the demand of request, though he was reasonable, he was sure about the kind of expression he was going to be served with today. Shiva nodded his head impossibly, the night called him in for the atrocity, clapping its hand over his pent up body and mind. He suddenly got reminded of his childhood moments, the familiar taste bound his vision, making him reminisce of the days he spent during his late teen years on working so vigorously till the dead of the night. Shiva smiled at the wave of nostalgia, some things and the emotions encompassing it always remained the same.
"Do you even have the habit of checking the time, Shiva?"
Shiva's trance got broken by a familiar childish voice that sounded more grumpier with the lack of sleep. He looked in the direction of the voice to find a pleasing figure scrutinizing her gaze over him with a pout. There reflected a million of demand in her eyes, the major one being her sleeplessness and agitation over his tendency of skipping the hours of sleep in exchange of work. She never liked it an ounce, he knew and for that reason, he threw a smile. It was not possible for Shiva to ignore her rabbit mimicked expression, especially when she was high on her element.
"What is the use Chipkali? You come around looking for me otherwise too."
Raavi opened her mouth wide. The imbecile! Did he think that she had no other work to do? Sure she did have a lot of work, she was busy writing her diary, then she unfolded all her clothes and refolded them in no time; she kept looking at the stars through the window, waiting for his arrival silently. When nothing seemed to work, she stuffed in a few scoops of ice-cream that she promised to eat with him earlier. To not break the promise, she had specifically kept some ice-cream from the tub uneaten, preserving it for him. Despite doing so much work, she couldn't find sleep, was she liable for it?
"Right, make your wife wait and spend all the night with the jars at the store!"
Shiva smirked at her vexation coated words, he licked his lips and bit down the smile in clear adoration. Raavi was a mood today, he was ready to pull a little more of her strings to elicit enticing reactions from her. With the kind of peak she was in, she was clear to burst with further complaints. Shiva liked the complaining side of his wife, she was quite demanding when it came to giving her attention.
"You are lucky they are jars my love, not some nice rosy women."
The pink of her cheeks grew as frustration built through her senses, Shiva resisted his urge to pull her cheeks right away. A little more of teasing and he would tickle the lifetime out from Raavi, he was certain. Shiva got reminded of the cotton candies that were being sold during the fairs in his childhood, she resembled more like them, her big brown eyes added more essence to her irritation.
"Hello, Mr Pandya, for your information, there cannot be anybody beautiful than me in the entire Somnath. Plus, no woman can handle you like me. Stop annoying me, alright?"
Shiva grinned a blithesome smile, lightened by her expected talks, the pinkish tinge on her nose urged him to pull it further to annoy the living day lights out of her cuteness. Shiva stood up from the counter side, ruffling his head at her not so scary glare while he moved towards her. Eliciting reactions from his wife was a major pass time. What was his fault anyways? She looked beyond adorable with the puffed up cheeks to an extent where his cuddly tendencies went past his control, there was never a control when it came to her. Blame Raavi for his lack of restrain extensively!
"Well, aren't you the most beautiful in the expanse of this universe?"
Raavi raised a lone brow. Shiva had a deep smile, the eyes emitted a ray of light that she could never perceive in people that she resided along with. Though faltering in its own quintessence, Raavi knew the kind of tricks he laid in front of her in a chance to dive into an escapade from her barking quarrels. The insanity her husband carried was a little bit more when it came to the brink with tendency to overflow, sometimes carrying her along with the flooding. "Not falling for it Bhootnath. You have made me wait, I'm not buying any of your words."
"Too costly for your thoughts I presume?" And Shiva unrolled the verbal flow of complicacy, drawing two different meanings in a single sentencing question that Raavi cannot help but open her mouth widely at him. At one instance he raised her up like a queen and in the next instance, he called her witless. Raavi stomped her feet, grumping at the mean person in her husband who was lacking at the ability to acknowledge her presence at all.
"You are lucky that you have a wife who waits for you till 1:30 at night, expecting for you to return home. Unlike some people who do not bother about anybody's presence at all!"
Shiva chuckled at her provocative words that had the capacity to bring a cloud burst if at all said in the wrong place, to the wrong person. Shiva trailed a hand over Raavi's neck, dragging her close to his body, making her get latched to him like she always did. When Raavi did not stick on to him, he understood the depth of her madness.
"Is it necessary to take a dig at Rishita Bhabhi?" He couldn't help but grin at her way of ploughing Rishita to him when she was not around. Shiva had a really hard time during the instances when Raavi imitated Rishta behind her to him when nobody watched them in sincerity. Sometimes, she did it in between serious discussions and sometimes, when Rishita was crying for things that did not appease her. He had witnessed severe glares when he found it hard to contain his chuckle or grin, this was also true that Raavi had never let anybody speak against his action at all. One word against him and she came pouncing like a lioness, especially to Rishita. That was never supposed to seem outlandish, specifically when Raavi was the reason why he landed up in trouble often. A lucky man that he was, she threw him in trouble and protected him at the same time.
"Of course!" Raavi rolled her eyes. Digging at Rishita was now one of her birth rights. To the world, Rishita was a big bouncing ray of sunshine but to Raavi, she was a blistering wave of heat in the mid of a horrible summer. Rishita's husband was another bane to the existence, Raavi wouldn't call them anything otherwise. She never understood what Suman, Dhara and Gautam found in the two. Imperfections clammed up together inorder to make further imperfect decisions, what else have they been doing all the while? Most of the major successful ideas always belonged to Shiva and what did her darling husband ever do? Never take the credits and stay back watching them throwing parties of success with such an over confidence!
"Has she given me a reason to not dig at her?" Shiva chuckled yet again. When the world called Raavi a subtle piece of soul, Shiva already knew that she was a force, she had been blowing him away ever since their childhood. She was nothing less than a storm, that was a reason why he dreaded in despise to be with her initially. Anybody who called her a fragile person never really understood the kind of disaster she could implode with her fierce honesty. In her fire, the world could be made into ashes. But to certain people, she was the source of light, especially him.
"And now, you are not giving me a reason to not be mad at you!" She came back to the point again, Shiva sighed. He was a puddle when she turned wrath ranged.
"You were really waiting for me? or for my cuddles?"
Raavi stood out to stare at him with her big beguiling eyes. She huffed at him. The shutter of the store was closed, she used the back way to enter in and he was asking about the reason behind waiting for him! How much more cruel could he get for the night?
"Really Shiva? I wrote my diary, I undid our wardrobe and folded them again, I kept staring at the stars, when nothing worked,I ate a few scoops of ice-cream and then when I couldn't resist my patience, I came up looking for you. All you got ask is this?"
Shiva's smile never left his face. Tongue in cheek, he kept staring at her. With the last bit of tolerance turning into the initial source of edginess, he put his hand forward to pull her cheeks. Just about in the course of time, he got struck by her words. He replayed them in his mins and a few words from her sentence grabbed his attention immediately.
"Wait a damn minute!" Shiva screamed, making Raavi jump a step behind in shock.
"You ate the ice-cream without me?"
Raavi bit her tongue. Stupid woman! She cursed herself. She froze as she watched his smile lit eyes convert into a stare, piercing through her guilty reserve, making it feel further culpable. She did not complete all of them, she had promised to eat with him. Did he think she would leave him alone like that?
"Woh, woh....you were late na, I was going mad."
"You think I left you alone to do ZUMBA dance here?" The seriousness behind Shiva's voice indicated the raw emotions behind his words. Raavi looked away, the tables had turned and she was now left being speechless at his accusations. Raavi was not the one to give up any ways, she had a solid reason to do what she did. She also knew how to woo him through the course of her action.
"There was a huge load of goods landing here, Dev was not picking up his phone and I did not have the thing to knock at their door. It was supposed to be his work, if I ever knocked, Rishita would have come blasting at me. And of course, you wouldn't keep quiet or let me be quiet. And right there, in the middle of the night, we would have had an intense fight; disturbing everybody's sleep."
Raavi understood his part of the reason, she was not going to deny appreciating his modest intentions. He was always the first one to look after the house and store even if it meant to be burnt by the people he loved. That was how he was, giving, sacrificing but never asking back a thing in return. It was not the same when he was with Raavi though. With her, he was himself- asking, cribbing, demanding, rattling; she loved every part of him equally.
"Also they have a child now, if anything, Dev will step further down from his responsibilities. Who will do the work if not for me, right now?"
Raavi breathed, maybe he was carrying so much in his head and she missed the entire point by being so reckless. She suddenly had an intense urge to smack her demanding self.
"I just wanted to accompany you Shiva, you should have let me do that at least. I would have been of some help."
"In your periods? I would rather want you to take rest than to help me out."
Raavi smiled, her husband had always been giving her attention, more than the need. She nodded her head impossibly, ready yet to carry her tantrums over him. She hugged him, placing her head on his shoulders, tightening her hold around his neck as she entangled her palms behind.
"That is exactly why I ate the ice-cream, I couldn't resist my craving. But I saved some for you, really. I'm not the one to break my promise." She toned down her voice, resembling a school going kid, blushing a little pink to break his temper.
Shiva rolled his eyes, trust her when it came to making him melt down into nothing in a few seconds. When she tightened the grip around him and nuzzled her face near his neck, Shiva broke into a smile. He hugged her back, absorbing her warmness and letting hers seep through him. Her signature fragrance calmed down his senses instantly, reminding him of the home that he always looked for without his knowledge since ages.
"If you are done, can we go home madam?" Shiva brushed her hair softly, making her stick on to him further.
"What if I say no? Can we stay here for a while?"
Raavi broke the hug and gave him a puppy dog expression. Shiva closed his eyes.
"Look Chipkali, don't give such expression and force me into doing things. You need rest, come on, let's go." He looked away to the other side, staring at the rack that was arranged with groceries. If he stayed to watch her doing childish things at night, he was sure to fail at his work today. He was now fazed at Raavi's tendency of making him do things without a bit of mercy. When he looked around, he found Raavi nowhere to be. Shiva groaned, she was already prepared at playing tricks with him. This woman! She was going to make him loose his sane neurons some day.
Shiva then looked down, finding her sit below the counter top, leaning on to the wooden stand, supporting her back all with leisure. She smiled whole heartedly, making his heart skip a few beats. When did she ever listen to him in the first go? Shiva nodded his head and mumbled a "Gadhedi." Silently, he slid down beside her, bending his left knee upward and supporting his arm over it.
The sound of a few dogs barking from the outside became prominent along the with sound of crickets. The midnight was never a bad place to be in, he thought for himself, provided that he had somebody as wonderful as Raavi alongside of him. It could only be Raavi, a certain part of him affirmed. Had it been anybody other than Raavi, he would have found the nerves of irritation being struck without a warning. Even the nights with Gautam started turning boring and lifeless. What had changed? He tried his best to understand what he could from the situation, but he was failing terribly at each step. There used to be a time when he made the best moments with his brothers, laughing cheerfully and being so unbothered by the changes of life.
The situations were worse than the present back then, they did not have sufficient money, they did not have a cozy living, Shiva was not doing a degree. The hassles were more than the less they had today, the subtlety of being together recharged them. Dev was now more focused on Rishita and their child, listening only to what Gautam and Dhara had to say. Gautam and Dhara, on the other hand, were only living up to people's expectations; satisfying the dire needs put forward by his mother which never made sense if thought logically. Shiva breathed, he thought he was a fool to think such way, but its intensity turned severe, rooting deep within the reserved sense of his being. Why was such lock of minds not producing a meaning to life at all?
Despite the understanding, Shiva was building up their life in the rooms that were made to outlive others. His peripatetic mind took the company of his wife along in constructing a dream that seemed distant from the reality.
"You cannot do anything by overthinking Shiva." Raavi spoke out as she interlaced their fingers, her head falling over to his shoulder while their breathing movements resonated eachother in a synchronisation. Shiva smiled at her certainty, he has called her a 'dobi' at many instances, so did Dhara and his family members. What all of them had failed to recognize was her ability to identify the situation right before anybody could come in terms with it.
She had a greater skill in the department of emotional quotient, she was beyond an enigma when it came to understanding people, specifically him. It was rather difficult to find people who understood Raavi though, Shiva was mad at the world for it. She found happiness in the simplest things, smallest smiles and easiest efforts. She was the first peak of sun rays like her name suggested, she needed nothing more than that. Maybe that was why all of their family members were jealous of what Shiva and Raavi shared, they never had the need to communicate about what they wanted. It was easy and evident to each other, that was enough for their lifetime. They couldn't digest her ability to understand him more than he understood himself, they couldn't digest their tendency of standing together with their head held high and eyes shining in pride. They couldn't understand their silent yet understanding gestures.They couldn't find joy in the sparkle of her eyes.They were jealous of Raavi's eccentricity.
"If you got a day off, away from all the work that you and I do, my studies and stuff, what is that you will do Chikpali?" Shiva was curious.
Raavi smiled. This was indicative that Shiva was in need of a break, away from the chaos happening around them, having some time for himself in order to think and to reflect upon his thoughts. She looked ahead, watching the light enter from the pole outside through the window. The dim lights enhanced its entrance way too aesthetically. Neither did Gautam nor did Dev ask about his state after burying himself with so much of work despite doing his degree simultaneously. When the news of Shiva cracking his twelfth grade cracked into their house, Dev was certainly not much happy as he seemed to be. Especially when Shiva started topping the years as he pursued his degree further. Something seemingly began to divide between Dev and Shiva, Dev was certainly not ready to create any amendments between them; he had in fact created situations that has exhausted Shiva tremendously. They grew less heavy as Raavi walked along with him, yet she was unable to tolerate his activities over Shiva.
The biased behavior from Gautam and Dhara had pushed Raavi to make several decisions, none of their criticisms brought her down, Shiva had never let them take a blow at Raavi at all. As time passed, Shiva and Raavi chose to be quiet, not as a deal of compromise but as a deal of not wanting to waste their time and energy on people who did not have much brains to understand them. Dhara had questioned Shiva a several times, asking as to why he had been so silent, distant, so away from them. All that Shiva had given was smile, it broke Raavi more than it broke him. She could never see him being a mask bearer, Dhara and the entire family found happiness in Shiva's concealed smile that he no longer shared any of his feelings with them. He was what he showed to them, without a speck of honesty.
"I don't know Shiva, I will dance with you for a while, cook some delicious food for you and me, eat the whole thing up and then sleep all day long I believe."
Raavi could feel his lips curl from above. Not many are lucky to feed on his smile, the one that comes from deep within; unlike the one that he usually gave off as a token of formality. Raavi couldn't decipher the situation he would have been in if she was not present in his life, her heart constricted at the mere thought. People would have used and sucked everything out of him, rendering him lifeless only to call him an illiterate in return. She made it mandatory to have him in every single work that she did, never leaving him alone even for an ounce. Watching him go back into his shell seemed harder than breaking it. If she dreamt of something, she had him in her dreams too. She felt him placing his head above hers, drawing patterns of circle around her thumb finger with his own calloused ones.
"You did not chase that pervious lady who was hitting on me back in the morning today, how come?"
Raavi raised her eyes in amusement, he noticed her expression did he not? She remembered the incident from the morning. Shiva was irked obnoxiously by a woman who kept calling him hot, handsome and what not; Shiva was all embarrassed, peaked up by the feeling of disgust. He politely took a step behind and when the situation turned out of hand, he stated very much in front of her face that he was happily married. Raavi knew she did not have the need to interfere, Shiva had the ability to tackle people, he had learned that with the passage of time, much better than anybody could have.
"Well, what's her fault? I have a hot as hell husband!"
"Oh hello, is that you speaking or your menstrual hormones?"
Raavi giggled at the swing of surprise from his end. Shiva was a lover of compliments but was straight to reject anything that was induced with satire. He always opted for the one that had the content he looked for. Sometimes, Shiva turned into a blushing mess; the stammer that succeeded later on was a feast that could never satisfy Raavi's hunger.
"Well, I'm serious darling. I don't care cause I know my man will love nobody like he loves me."
Shiva was silenced in the next second. He stared at his unbelievable wife, his heart turning into an ocean, sending immense love in the form of waves towards her end. He remembered the fallacies people spoke hastily to describe the feelings one had for their life partners- heart beats rising, adrenaline shooting up and vision blurring. Shiva had felt none of that with her, he knew what love was in its deeper sense. It was to open up, to break, to cry and to be accepted. And there, the fastening heartbeats in fear got soothed, remaining in the breathing spree after years of struggle, blooming up in the feeling of security and elation. The act was not of falling but was instead, of diving into the profound, oceanic and thallasemic ends just by being oneself, by being raw and naked in the soul. In such a state, only veracity conducted the right impulse by being a generous pace-maker.
"Well, my highness, I'm not as virtuous as you are. If any guy lays his eyes on you, I'm smacking his face."
Raavi giggled at him, she shifted from the ground and landed up over his lap; Shiva's hands skillfully closed their distance in a warm cuddle. Raavi placed her head above his chest, silently listening to his heartbeat; living the moment in sheer joy. She felt like a kitten being cuddled up so lovingly under the caressing hold of her husband. Encircling her hands around his neck, she smiled into his chest with an intense blush.
"Who is stopping you Gunda ji? I love you for the very same reason." She chanted, her eyes glimmering with excitement at the prospect of getting to witness her husband fight against people for her. Shiva raised a brow, wonderstruck at her actively sleep deprived state, she had an energy to wake the world up. She was not going to sleep anytime soon.
"Shiva."
"Hmm.."
Raavi partially closed her eyes, feeling calmed by the way he was caressing her hair. She swallowed down the desire to ask any question forward, but it only meant that he wouldn't answer them later in the morning. It was already pretty late, he would wake up all so soon and go for work ignoring his need to take rest, without being acknowledged by anybody yet again. Raavi was soon going to loose it on witnessing the peril that Shiva was taking all over himself without expressing it to the family, specially if he did not take a break from the havoc driven work.
"You have been up till around 1:30 working, Dev should take care of the store from the morning. You are taking a break tomorrow, right?"
Shiva stayed silent, his heartbeats were thudding normally, leaving Raavi in agitation. She hated the lack of respect he had for his time and his energy. Raavi was going to kick him to another planet if he continued to behave the same. She lifted her head up and stared her stubborn husband who now had a known smirk on his face.
"As if you will leave me alone if I end up doing the opposite."
Raavi held a certain pride in her eyes, only she could tame him right, the two knew it well. Shiva wouldn't listen to anybody other than her. With the triumph still on her face, she laid back and went ahead in the business of listening to the drumming of his heart in full blown comfort. His fragrance wrapped her up dizzily. No wonder why he wanted a few days to be lazed up, needing a hiatus from the chores. She peeked up, watching him close his eyes, resting momentarily as he patted her in succor. Raavi bit her lips, wondering as to why he had proposed the question of taking a break to her earlier. Did he want to know if she held him in her priorities or was it a genuine question that he asked? Shiva always retained a zillion of emotions behind the demand of a single and authentic question; if he proposed, it meant business. He was not the one to simply know things just to engrave them into his memory. He needed surety, some sort of affirmation to know if he was prioritized in anybody's world or not. She was now miffed at their family for putting them through so much that Shiva turned into a silent witness of the situations. Wasn't she always mad at them? They used his goodness and her generosity at every turns of their life. Was it wrong if they ever chose to have some peace over the burdening responsibilities?
"What will you do Shiva? If you ever got a day away from all this wrecking world?" Raavi asked, without looking up. She could feel the silent rise in his heartbeat, he held his breath and then let it out, sighing at the very odds of the thought. Raavi was casual to ask, he definitely had something in his mind. He wouldn't ask for a break otherwise. He was a workaholic who couldn't stay a second away from doing some chore, it was like a mad addiction for him and he savored the life of working.
For some reason, Raavi wanted to know if he thought of her too. Did his life away from work contain her? The thoughts of her? About her presence? Did he think about them? Living life the way he wanted to live with her? Raavi did not want to expect, he was greater than the gift that she believed he was to him. Shiva was everything that she had ever asked for in her prayers, he was like the shooting star for the starving poor, he was the wish well and the answer for her wishes. Nothing else mattered. Brushing her thoughts aside, she waited patiently for him to answer.
She listened to the drumming of his heart, she was also aware of the extra sounds that her ears could grasp in the form of barks, the sounds from the cricket, the slow panting of his breath and sometimes, even hers, all intermixing in the silent peak of the night. If she had the ability to freeze the time, should would have made the moment still with just Shiva and her cuddled cozily, pondering silently, breathing consciously and rejoicing the moment with intricate awareness. Raavi wanted nothing greater than that.
"I would want to have a strong cup of coffee after having hours of crazy sex with you."
Raavi's smiled, nodding her thoughtfully. It took sometime for her to register his words, as she did, she looked up with her eyes completely wide. Her entire body flushed at the thought of his words. Her breathing disheveled as she saw the darkness and the honesty swelling through his ocean like eyes. The glint from the need and want shined perfectly through his onyx orbs, passing an electric circuit without even touching her with want.
The feelings seemed like he spoke about sex for the first ever time to her. She was the first person to instigate him in such matters. She threw the innuendos and she made the move most of the times, Shiva was the one who loved to watch her make the move always. He loved to watch her have a need for him, the desire, the want and ache all cherished to the very core of her being. But when he took her in, he made sure that she went weak in the knees, strong enough to remember each and every advance he made to ravish her entirely.
Her cheeks turned red and her existence into dust. Something about this gave her an insight of what he wanted for real. He just wanted her company, to be with her, being completely true, unmasked, breathing each other's soul in and taking the steps of growth together. Was that too much to ask? No it wasn't, she was affirmative.
"And then cuddle you, without letting you do a single work, eliciting reactions only to kiss you harder."
Raavi realised that Shiva was in search of an honest expanse, away from the place that failed to give him even an iota of care in return. He wanted a space far away from the faces that dwindled with masquerade, relentlessly living up to the delusion filled expectations of the world. Shiva wanted to be real. She was figurative about his lack of interest in pretending anymore, she never knew about the depth that transpired through his mind, so solemnly intense that he looked up to no one apart from Raavi. Raavi could help but get amused at their state. Shiva and Raavi were arguing with eachother against the will of the family a few years ago. And now, they were together, ready to fight against their families for each other. Her heart swelled, she could feel her eyes welling at the thought. She was never going to leave him, she was never going to let anybody put him into such a turbulence again.
All that ever mattered to her was, him.
All that ever mattered to him, was her.
Raavi planted her lips on his, she moved along with him as she grasped his head making a suitable angle to keep clinging on to him. Shiva cupped her cheeks, kissing her delicately, devouring every single moment of their connection. They have kissed for over a countless times, yet the spark from their intimate moments invariably remained the same. Shiva felt as though he has been merged into her, being a part of her, so close to her that only she was all around his world; the only way he wanted it to be. Shiva had witnessed Raavi grow as a person, resisting the storms, overpowering it, being an iron lady in a world that only imbibed everything away from her. He had never found Raavi complain about the lack of anything, she was very much the same, being herself, pouring love like a nurturing mother, having nothing to expect in return. She was too pure for this world, so innocent and full of life that Shiva had been protective of her even in front of his own family. In real, Shiva knew they had never deserved her even for the slightest second. It only provoked the urge in him to break away from them entirely, she was not the cost to his damaged life; she was the fresh breath of air that purified his quiddity. He was sure to break the ice, taking her in his arms, away from the treachery relenting aches which plunge straight into the erlebnisse. He kissed her further, sucking her lips in, pulling her even close to himself.
Raavi smiled through the kiss.
Maybe they did not have to burden themselves with the raging work. What they needed was some time to think, breathe, feel and most importantly, they needed the time to live it all.
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I didn't want Shiva and Raavi to break away from the family yet so soon but I wanted them to realise the gravity of their situation. Dysfunctional families work that way, it is recognised only when it is realised.
I believe that Shiva and Raavi are exceptional individuals when they are not under the burden of family responsibilities, especially Shiva cause Raavi always handles any situation in balance. And like everybody, I always want Shiva's universe to be Raavi and vice-versa. I'm also sure that the show will never give us an insight of their thoughtfulness, so I used my rag like brain here.
I'm sorry if I offended anybody.
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